Literature

Gran told me that the only person who can send a spirit back is the one who called it up,” Thea said. “But the problem is that you have to…

I he shoe was so incongruous that for an instant Thea thought her eyes must be playing tricks on her. It was the atmosphere here-the dim, echoing room with all…

A sharp, acrid odor assaulted her nostrils. She had to blink away tears as she held the bottle over the fire and very carefully tipped it.One drop, two drops, three….

I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Blaise said. “I had to call Mrs. Ross to find out you were here.”Her black hair was wild and windblown, tumbling over her shoulders….

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Kevin howled, clapping a hand to his cheek. “He cut me! This guy cut me!” Blood ran between his fingers.Randy lifted the razor again. Thea reached out with her mind….

What?” Thea said. This was something she could speak out about. “Blaise, are you out of your mind?””I hope you’re not saying you don’t want to do spells,” Blaise said…

At that moment Thea almost hated her cousin.But there was no choice. Four pairs of eyes were watching her: Blaise’s gray eyes, Vivienne’s emerald green, Selene’s dear blue, and Dani’s…

one for, lost, a goner. Blaise had chosen him, and it was only a matter of how she was going to play him.A parade of names marched through Thea’s mind….

The crowd erupted in panic.Everything was happening at once; Thea couldn’t sort out the different impressions. Half the people in front of her were running. The other half were yelling….

Well, she wasn’t telling humans anything-but she did defy the authority of the Night World,” Ash said inhis most lazy, careless voice. Quinn said succinctly, “How?” It was late Monday…

After that, things happened very fast, and at the same time with a dreamy slowness. Mary-Lynnette felther arms grabbed from behind. Something was pulling her hands together-somethingstrong. Then she felt…

Tiggy.She was running. Throwing the door open. Visionsof kittens impaled by tiny stakes in her mind. It wasn’t Tiggy on the front porch. It was Ash. He was lying flat…

They walked back to the gas station quickly, their shoulders almost touching. Mary-Lynnette foundcomfort in Rowan’s nearness, in her levelheadedness.She’d never had a friend before who was completelyher equal, who…

Jade sat in the wing chair, holding Tiggy upsidedown on her lap, petting his stomach. He was purring butmad. She stared down into indignant, glowing green eyes. “The other goat,”…

What happened then was interesting. Mary-Lynnette got to see the sisters do all the things she’dmissedearlier in the clearing. All the hissing and the clawed fingers. Just like the movies….

Jade-wait a minutel” Mark said.Jade, of course, didn’t wait even a second. But shelost time undoing the bolts on the front door, and Mary-Lynnette could hear the quick tap, tap,…

It felt like a jellyfish sting.Mary-Lynnette kept her eyes shut and her face turned away as Rowan bit into her neck. She was thinking of the way the deer had…

Mary-Lynnette’s hearing had gone funny. Sheheard Kestrel’s words like a character remembering aphrase In a bad movie. Kill them, kill them, kill them. Mark laughed In a very strange way….